ANGEL FRIEND

When young I imagined a wall, way out,

That marked the end of space.

Of course, I was right for there is an end,

The end is breathing grace!

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And fortuitously this was accepted

As fact by those who traversed,

Readied for the atmospheric end!

And thus this end was reversed.

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By an inner, endless, breathing supply,

(Do Eternal Spirits, like, need?)

My body housed now and functioning

By a diminishing seed!

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As all seeds do eventually have

An end as their beginning.

This mortal undresses in immortality

Body is conditioning!

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Like, Adam and Eve had it made, I am sure!

Where did glorified begin?

Answering a Pharisaical question,

Christ’s answer ends questioning!

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“We will be like the Angels above…” *

With no sexes involved

Humanities end is its beginning!

Everlasting problem solved!

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But it is way too much for this poor mind!

Endemic body glorified.

“We will be like Angels above…”

With this thought I shall abide.

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Jesus’ words are good enough for me!

No more cohabitation!

“Like the Angels,” are those not His words?

A brand new dispensation!

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In one respect I realize,

“Like Angels,” can this be?

Be, like, my friend by my side

Through this life Eternally!

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*Mark 12:25

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Sam Cox 07.29.09

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